45.

i'm hungover, and it's not my fault.

the butterflies who live in my stomach are whooping the shit of each other

now my belly is full of busted butterflies and butterfly poop.

my fuck face co-workers MADE me go out with them last night. i was already hungover and tired all over from the night before. i was dead set on going home and masturbating.. i mean sleeping. we had much to celebrate, it was 11/11.. and we are Eleven the media folks put on a drunkening, then we all headed out to The Summer Place it's my favorite cuz you get to smoke cigarettes and the people are salty. there was dancing and kissing.

so now, here i am wearing that god damned shirt again, sweating farting and pooping. at least i have my beanie. i keep it in my purse at all times for this exact reason. i want bacon.

i won 60 bucks yesterday - the football pool. i'm RICH bitch.